Hotel Bremer Haus
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... sat drinking my free drinks before the inevitable dancing began. Whilst I had clearly matured since my Erasmus experience three years ago, there's still enough party animal in me to enjoy the night - as the dodgy nightclub photos showed.
The following day was a lazier day, with Ingo coming around to eat dinner with us before watching a film. The guys then had to go off for their class meeting at the ÖVB Arena in the city ...
... Of course,
like just about all city's in todays world every street was simply lined with
uninteresting clothes shops and so I turned left and headed off to the river and
returned to my bike.
It was now 8pm and so off back to the hotel it was.
This hotel is great and the room is spotless but there is one big let down
and that is there seems to be a large number of young ignorant singles living in
These singles who I ...
... like houses.
In amongst all the historical sites, Jase managed to find the one and only Irish pub playing the Lions test – coincidence? It’s like he’s a homing pigeon for live sport! Keen to see the second half, I left him watching while I wandered back through the market to top up the parking meter on the van.
Game finished and with an unfavourable score for the British and Irish, we left the pub ...
... making our way back to Elena's house for some drinking and chatting whilst watching the Final of Germany's-Got-No-Talent-Either. Sunday was also very much like Saturday, including Glühwein again, but the evening consisted of me and Ingo going to the cinema to watch The Hobbit, where I also got the opportunity to turn into my dad by telling awful jokes.
My final day in the city was Monday, where I went into the city to do some final Christmas ...
At the start of the week I had gone to do the last tedious tasks necessary, which meant waiting for 2 hours to tell the Germans I was leaving their country (only Germans seem to wait for hours and hours to tell their government every little bit of information about their lifes) - however as I was not going straight home it got very confusing as the lady wanted to know if I was registering in Brussels when I ...